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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way—get your mind outta the gutter! I mean "whore" as in, y’know, the concept, the vibe, the whole deal. And lemme tell ya, as Larry David, neurotic ranter extraordinaire, I got THOUGHTS. Pretty, pretty good thoughts, if I do say so myself. Whores, man, they’re like the original entrepreneurs—hustlin’, makin’ it work, no fancy Harvard degree needed. Kinda like Zuckerberg in *The Social Network*, y’know? “If you guys were the inventors of Facebook, you’d have invented Facebook.” That’s the energy whores bring—raw, unfiltered, take-it-or-leave-it.

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Collège de Biguglia. Lieu-dit Campo Valone, BIGUGLIA: Principale: Mme ALBERTINI. 04 95 31 85 45 Fax: 04 95 30 15

I remember this one time, strollin’ down Rue des Échos, and I nearly tripped cuz I was listenin’ to my inner monologue so hard. I thought, "Yo, this is like some fucked up detective flick, man!" It made me laugh, even though I was mad frustrated with my shoelaces. Lol, sometimes I get so lost in these vibes that I lose track of basic human coordination, amirite?

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